written and photographed by Mary L. Peachin
Oct 2002, Vol. 7 No. 1
Like many love affairs, this one was totally spontaneous. Escaping the summer heat of hometown Tucson, my husband and I thought of Vancouver as a gateway to remote fly fishing adventures. For three years we spent a few days in the city passing through before heading to the wilderness. And in the process, we became “hooked”—not on the fishing, but smitten with Vancouver.